HASHTAG POETRY #8

Every weekday in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #8:

The smarter of you will notice two things. Firstly, this is late, because today I got the priorities misplaced, and a lot of emotional stuff has happened between Friday and here. However, as it is now remembered, we’re back in the game. Secondly, this is now a Monday to Friday gig, so when I get overpowered again by emotion, there’s somewhere for me to go. For now, we’ll work on having this up tomorrow morning πŸ˜€

One Hour a Day

We’re almost ten days into 2021 and currently, I’m drafting 3-4 poems a day. This would appear, on casual investigation, to be both unsustainable and frankly ridiculous, when nothing is further from the truth. The source of all this creative fervour isn’t a change in diet or some wonderful exercise programme. It’s 9-10am in front of a screen, being inspired by the creative forces behind the Kendal Poetry Festival.

For me and about 150 other poets, The Writing Hours [Resolution/Revolution] is granting permission for us, as writers, to intentionally take time for ourselves every day in order to be stimulated and encouraged by reading other people’s work and participating in group activities. There is no formal structure, no workshops or feedback. It is just us, a pen or a screen, and wherever the mood pushes Kim and Clare to go.

It is also useful to know that an outstanding, emerging poet such as Hannah is also gaining so much from what’s being given, freely and often with a great deal of honesty and earnestness. It’s not just the facilitators who you’ll learn from, too. I’ve picked up countless nuggets of useful information from the chat room, and there’s already a Facebook group for those people who want to share their work to an understanding audience.

I’ll be honest, I’m being very selective on what gets shared. The work being generated personally is in my mind so good, that some of it has already been submitted to other places. One particular poem I would go so far as to say is the best narrative piece I’ve ever written, and as a result is now forming the foundation of the first serious sci-fi sub to a specialist magazine.

One of the two poems in the new Podcast also came from these sessions last week.

It is still possible to get tickets for Week Two onwards (use this link) and if you have a few spare pennies lying about it would not be hyperbole to state this is a fantastic way to start your day, not simply in the right mindset but with the benefit of a group of like-minded individuals to work and support you. If you’d have told me I’d be in a room of 150 people every day, starting my year like this a year ago, I’d have not believed you.

I’m already working out how to keep the momentum going once this all ends on February 1st.

Hashtag Poetry #4

Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #4:

For some reason this morning the fuse box tripped and this is the second time I’ve rebooted the PC since getting up. Remember kids, always save your work before going to bed. However, I am here and with 10 minutes to spare, it’s time to start my daily Poetry Zoom… πŸ˜€

Hashtag Poetry #1 & #2

Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here are the first two:

Everybody’s starting the year with good intentions. I have so many, but also know deep down that when I hit mid-February and cravings for the Old Ways become too seductive, I could buckle like a sapling in a hoolie. However, this particular plan works well, because currently the first thing I do 95% of the time every morning is write a poem anyway. This way, I can ensure that we up that total to 100%. Most days, I’m responding to someone else’s visual prompt:

I have a debt of gratitude to Dean which will, one day, be settled better than is currently the case. For now, we’re going to post Hashtag Poetry on a daily basis here. It’s like doing #Instaverse, but is considerably quicker and simpler because there is no need for the Alt text required on imagery to make this experience totally accessible. Of course, most people don’t even bother with it, but that’s not me any more. This way gives six lines of my poetry, and everybody can experience it.

I’d say that’s a Win all round.

Back For Good

I’m finally in my new office (though I do have to keep referring to it as ‘the’ office as so to not cause a demarcation dispute ^^) but without any actual permanent furniture: that doesn’t arrive for a few months yet. What this does mean is an uninterrupted space in which to both work and (crucially) record audio. Therefore, starting on Monday, we should have #Instaverse for you all, back on the Monday-Friday schedule.

The benefits of writing like this, first thing every day, are absolutely not to be ignored. Like any professional, a daily practice is CRUCIAL to my progression as a writer. As everything has been very much up in the air since July, it seems largely pointless to fill in the blog post gaps, and so we’ll start again with those on Monday too, as they can be completed when I’ve finished writing/recording the poems.

I hope you enjoy the return to routine as much as I know I will.

#Instaverse is on Hiatus

July both started and finished as something of a personal disaster area for me, and so inevitably my work ended up suffering. Therefore, the decision was taken to call a halt to the #Instaverse, by which time I could not find the means by which to reintroduce them successfully back into my workflow.

August was always planned to be a month off (as there is no Short Story, either), and that’s still very much the case going forward. Therefore, the daily poetry is now scheduled to return on Monday, September 6th, which will also include the by now standard audio accompaniment.

Thank you for your understanding, and I’ll see you in a few weeks.

#Instaverse: Lies

I am becoming acutely aware of the disparity of what I know is taking place around me at any given moment and how my brain processes this information. It’s a disconnect, and this is not the first time I have felt this way before. It’s another part of the puzzle which I’ll deal with when I talk to the mental health people next week. Until then, here’s the reminder that your eyes sometimes lie to you because they’re not fast enough to process reality as it happens…

#Instaverse : April 27th, 2021 : Lies

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